Glass Walls Divide Us

I hear voices and see images on the other side of the wall.

It seems impossible, but I can see through it unhindered:

I can see everyone, and hear them, but they can't hear my calls.

Why am I trapped in here?! 

Why can't I smash the glass stones between us-why am I doing this alone?!

They ask when I'll be around and seem interested in hanging out together

However, it always comes down to me being stuck at home

Since my desires to meet you are an inconvenience to my father and mother

Therefore, nothing comes from budding friendships except a frigid early frost

And the fascinating tempest swelling in my breast. 

Instead of companionship I sat by the glass in solidarity pondering what I lost

Am I forgettable, too quiet, off-putting or present a maddening amount of unrest?

What have I done to become part of the scenery and not your company?

I strove to escape this unbalanced reflective room: I schemed for days!

When time and help were revealed as the keys we needed, you wonderfully 

Lied to my face about waiting- so I began to fade away.

Raging, screaming, crying, begging-nothing changed your minds

None of you planned to stay forever. 

Of all the villains in the world, the most terrible is Time,

His imprisonment behind this wall is filled with tortures

Such as these: witnessing the end and memories burning into my skin

With his iron hands, after he ushers you all out of the room with graciousness.

Keeping hope alive-rekindling the luminescent dreams within,

These thoughts slip beyond permanent grasp as I give in to blessed unconsciousness. 

For oblivion is the only freedom under cold iron, and a glassy grave sunk below the sea.